Western Kansas world. [volume] (WaKeeney, Kan.) 1885-current, 1887-07-23

surely do not mean to refuse such . posi-
ton as can give your"
II Estelle has been fearful that she will
cause him pain, AZ such idea is swept away
by his words, and she cannot help COM
pairing him to tie lover whom In her false
pride she had rejected.
Ali no more will pride's baneful infiu.
ence overshadow Estelle Glyndon's young
heart.
She sees it in its true aspect at last.
When she reaches home Estelle is called
Upon to bear another trial. Truly, the day
has been hard one for the girl upon whom
hitherto the winds have not.been suffered
to blow too roughly.
$50 you have refused Foster Severne.
when you knew it was the dearest wish of
my heart that you should become his wife?
Then let me tell you that in doing as you
have done you have doomed both your
father and yourself to penury. I am a
ruined mani For year past have seen
the crash approaching, and it is even now
at hand. Estelle, there is yet time-re-
tract your refusal, become Mr.. Severne's
wife, aud all will be saved"
Estelle trembled as her fathers words,
first angry and then imploring. fell upon
her ears.
@Father, I cannot! 1t would be a sin
were l to marry him, for-I-love an
other"
With an angry gesture Mr.. Glyndon
made step forward; then, with an ex-
clamation, he raised his hand to his head,
staggered, and fell to the floor.
Poor Estelle! Bitter were the days that
followed! On the very eve of his failure
her
ana before long the girl
homeless and almost penniless.
After the first shock had passed, then
the noble nature that had slumbered
quiescent SO long in Estelle Glyndon's soul
sprang to the surface. Steadily refusing
all offers of assistance, she set herself un-
fiinchingly amid the ranks of the worlds
workers. It was easier to obtain employ
ment in the neighboring city than in her
own small town, and to the city Estelle
went.
After three years had glided by, Estelle
was called to her dying parent; and as she
knelt by the bed where he lay calm and
still, she felt that she was, indeed. alone.
But still she never once regretted the
wealth and position would have been hers
for life.
Better to be as she was, poor and hard.
WOEkcus tAou suO uAAONLAS "A0 Va 4 O0lCI
Severne.
1t was evening, few months later. The
streets were wet with the fast falling rain.
Clasping large parcel in her arms, girl
ish figure essays to cross a crowded
thoroughfare. A carriage swiftly passes.
There is a cry in q womans voice. Then,
amid babel of voices. "How sad!" "Who
is she?" How did it happen2" q slight
form is borne upon mems arms into the
nearest house. There is no clue by which
to tell who the unconscious girl is.
at does not matter who or what she is, F"
says the kind minister into whose house
the stranger has been carried. ave will
care for her." And SO, instead of being
sent to the hospital, the sufferer remained
at DR.. Stewards home.
Time went by, and, at length, after the
most unwearying care, Estelle Glyndon-
for it was she-come back to reason and
life.
As the weeks went by, her strength be.
gan to slowly return. Then, one day, with
voice whose trembling pathos showed
how deeply their kindness had touched her
heart, Estelle told her beniicent friends
that very soon she must leave their hospi-
table roof and go once more out into the
world to care for herself. Old Mrs.
Stewart took the girls thin fingers in her
motherly clasp.
"Wait little longer, my DEAR" she said,
"before you think of running away from
us. You must promise that you will not
speak of it for at least another month.
Then we will see."
Estelle looked up gratefully into the
speakers face. She had never known
mothers love, and in this short time the
old lady, who in early life had lost her
only child, and the girl thrown SO strangely
into her care had grown very dear to each
other.
Another week went by, and one morning,
with beaming face, old Dr.. Stewart,
came into the room where his wife and
Estelle we're sitting.
"What do you think, wife?-eur boy is
coming home! He will be here this week.
Isn't that news?"
Tears of joy sprang to the old lady's
eyes.
"My dear boy! how glad shall be to see
him!"
When her husband had left the room,
Mrs. Stewart explained to Estelle that it
was her dead brothers son, who was as
dearly loved by her husband and herself as
though he had been their own, who was
thus eagerly expected.
at was sad blow to us when he went
so far away" she concluded; sand what
made it sadder still was that the noble lad
carried with him heart full of pain. |
Some fashionable beauty had bewitched
him, and then had deliberately crushed out
his happiness. But I hope and trust he
will return cured of his heart wound"
Estelle WINGED as she listened. From !
he past came back the voice exclaiming. |
ALI this summer, in which have been SO |
happy, have you only been play
ng with me?"
The days passed until the one came in
which the expected guest was to arrive.
IL am anxious for you to meet and know |
ny boy" $50 the old lady always called her |
,ephew), "for you cannot help but like |
him, said Mrs. Stewart to Estelle.
Clad in o simple dress of white, Estelle |
vas reclining upon the library sofa when
he carriage wheels sounded upon the |
ravel.
She heard the eager tones Of welcome;
md then the voices approached the room |